Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-16Posted: March 2, 2011
Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:
‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
Kħadījah Muħammad slipped inconspicuously into my in-home private office.
I looked up fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah also smiled at her in response.
“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb to see you, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħadījah Muħammad addressed me.
“Tell her to wait at least one hour.” I frowned, “You know I need sex very much. I’ve just started with Åāyeshah Siddīqah. And I need at least one hour.”
“I too.”Åāyeshah Siddīqah cooed.
Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling.
“I told her. Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb hasn’t any objection to meet you, even while you are fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“What?” I could not believe.
Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah looked at me incredulously.
Kħadījah Muħammad still kept smiling.
“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb says she understands.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.
“Congratulations, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think the Wahābī Musalmān bitch also wants to get laid. Call her in.”
I tolerated raising my right hand.
“One minute. What does she say herself?”
“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb? She says it’s highly personal and confidential.” Kħadījah Muħammad winked at me.
I was playing with her ever gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah was looking into my eyes, gratefully, indebted.
“Well,” I said, “Tell Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb to give you an idea of what it’s about if she wants to see me.” I sped up my penetrations to Åāyeshah Siddīqah more and more. My Uncut Hindu Penis was burning inside her, “And then make an appointment for…”
“Exactly.” Kħadījah Muħammad said.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed.
Kħadījah Muħammad also laughed.
“Well,” I contradicted, fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah fervently, “it isn’t infinite.”
“The hell it isn’t.”Kħadījah Muħammad was irate, “even if it isn’t now, it’s going to be infinite, very soon.”
“Āmīn.”Åāyeshah Siddīqah said excitedly.
I let it go at that.
What was the use?
They all were obstinate to it.
Their argument was, it was not a Sex Empire.
And it was very much in need, everywhere.
I let a grin spread over my face,
“Conspiracy ?”Kħadījah Muħammad smiled, “First the daughter managed to have you inside her. Now the Ammījān has come to show her Wahābī Musalmān righteous indignation. So that to subside her, you fuck her too?”
“Allah Allah!” Kħadījah Muħammad was immediately all praise, wide eyed innocently, “She says she is forty five. I doubt. She could be thirty-five only at the most. And Yā Allaaaaah! What a Wahābī Musalmān Beauty ! I bet you you’d fuck her as soon as Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb enters this office.”
“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb is rather capable.”Kħadījah Muħammad said smiling, “She seems to have a lot of poise. Sophisticatedly dressed, enormously good clothes and she wears them well.”
“Idiot, even if Durgesh is hardening more and more inside you, hearing of Ilāhī Al Wahāb, what’s wrong in it for you? Why don’t you enjoy the more hardened Uncut Hindu Prick of Durgesh deepest into your ravenous Sunni Musalmān Cunt?”
I looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“I’ve described her so seductively? Just watch her and decide yourself.”
Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb was escorted into my in-house private office by Kħadījah Muħammad, at last.
She was really a dazzling Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
Kħadījah Muħammad was absolutely right.
Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb moved with swift efficiency.
She must have been accustomed to move in offices.
Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb was certainly accustomed to meeting people.
“Well, well, well. Hello, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled winking at me, “Enjoying your most favorite thing, sex, with one of your most devoted Musalmān Beauty? I suspected I’d find my daughter instead of Åāyeshah Siddīqah, under you.”
I smiled and returned her wink significantly.
“Wrong. On the contrary, I wouldn’t have even entered here if my daughter were here with you.” Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed cordially.
“You can’t see very well now. You are flying in paradise.”
“Thank you.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah thanked her even before I could reply Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb.
Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled.
“You are not stranger now, to us Musalmān Beauties at least. Most of us even dream now of you fucking her passionately. You’re the dream Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties now, invariably, no matter to which sect of Islam we do belong.”
I watched her intently.
“He is still alive?”
“What do you think?”
“I can’t believe it.”
“I’m too beautiful to be deserted?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled.
“Sālī,” I gritted through my teeth, “I want to fuck you, here and now.”
“Allah!” Ilāhī Al Wahāb closed her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān eyes gratefully, “Thank you very much, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You don’t know these are the ever nicest words, ever sweetest words, ever kindest words I’ve heard in my entire life.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“No one can believe you.”
“I was not always as I’m now.”
“I was not even normal. I hated sex very much.”
“My husband, Al Naåīm Al Wahāb, was a normal man. He was satisfied even with the least sex I could provide.”
“Being too much wealthy, a filthy rich, a gold digger decided to promise him more if he deserted me and married her.”
“I sympathize with you.”
“The gold digger?”
“I can’t blame her. It was all my fault. I learned my lesson in hard way.”
“And changed yourself?”
“Changed? Revolutionized my entire ideas about life and sex.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed ironically, “I was never as smart and as beautiful as I am now.”
“Yes, still now. But not as foolish as I once was. Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart sexy Wahābī Musalmān dazzling Beauty now. Salats never make a woman as foolish as I was. I’m still Panjvaqtah Namāzī yet wiser now.”
“I’m sorry you have to learn these cold and hard facts of life, in such a hard way.”
“Not at all. I think I must thank you, instead.”
“What for?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me teasingly.
“I think now transformed you’ve decided to honor me.”
Ilāhī Al Wahāb chuckled.
“I’m already forty five.”
“I can understand. Al Islam Al Wahāb is eighteen. Her Ammī can’t be younger than thirty eight, naturally.”
“And you still want to honor me?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb asked me incredulously.
“It’s I who’d be honored.”
“Yet, a mother of an adult young woman you are already fucking.”
“It doesn’t make any difference if you still want to honor me. Your daughter is an incredible Wahābī Musalmān bliss, but she is an immature teenager after all. I’d love her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān Ammī more, with her now transformed personality, ideas and mature experiences.”
Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed melodiously.
“Ilāhī darling, I’m myself sixty now. I love mature Musalmān Beauties under me more than I love the immature childish teenagers that refuse to listen to any sanity I propose. They always want me to do the wildest things I’m not interested in even.”
“Well, they are tighter.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me teasingly, “They are virgins.”
“The hell with them. They always demand the forbidden pleasures.”
“I don’t like to fuck them in their ass. And they always compel me to do it.”
“Because they are immature. Because it’s forbidden in Islam.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me patiently, “Having sex with a Hindu, it’s natural for them to ask for it. Only a Hindu lover can provide them the oral and anal bliss strictly forbidden in Islam. Can’t you see?”
“But that’s nothing as compared with the vaginal bliss. And it’s natural moreover. Not forbidden in any religion ever.”
“That’s what you say. You are sixty already. You’ve experienced it all. They haven’t.”
“You think them right?”
“Don’t you?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb watched me astutely.
Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed.
“Let them enjoy their life in whatsoever manner they want to. What’s wrong in it, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Why do you want them to accept your sexual morals?”
“Let them enjoy and enjoy yourself too. It’s your social service, Méré Hindu Piyā!”
Al Naåīm Al Wahāb was not unknown to us.
Yet, we never knew he was Ilāhī Al Wahāb’s husband and Al Islam Al Wahāb’s real Abbū.
The problem was we were already having a client related to Al Naåīm Al Wahāb.
“How do you do, Miss Lubnah?” I asked, “I’m Durgesh. I have this morning pretty well filled up with appointments.”
“I know.” Lubnah Furqān smiled, “You are a very busy person.”
“I’d never disturbed you if it was not so important and so urgent.”
I waited patiently.
Being sixty, now I was so well experienced of extraordinary Musalmān Beauties that I could almost read their mind.
A long chain of almost each and every type of experiences had taught me to be immensely patient with them.
Lubnah Furqān smiled.
“I won’t take any undue advantage from you.”
“It’s about a matter of ethics.”
“What sort of ethics?”
Lubnah Furqān indicated a suitcase she had brought with her.
“Can I open it legally?”
“You could have gone to any advocate to ask this question. Why me?”
“I think I can believe you more.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Thank you very much. Thank you very much. But do we know each other?”
Lubnah Furqān looked at me gravely.
“I’m immensely grateful to you Musalmān Beauties if you really find me so nearer to you.” I said gravely.
“I’m sorry our mankind is very much against you, but—” Lubnah Furqān paused significantly.
“I thought I must take a chance.”
“I’m honored.” I said gravely, “does this suitcase belong to you?”
“Technically speaking, no.”
“Whom does it belong to?”
“Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb.”
“Who is Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb?”
“My maternal uncle and my boss.”
“I work as almost a secretary to my maternal uncle, but honorary, of course.”
“Do you have any idea what’s in the suitcase?”
Lubnah Furqān looked at me for some two or three seconds.
Perhaps she was debating whether, now that chips were down, she wanted to go through it or not.
Suddenly, she reached the decision.
“I think it’s money, Mr. Durgesh.”
I stopped myself, with efforts, to whistle from.
“And what about money?”
“I think it’s blackmail.”
Lubnah Furqān didn’t know there were some persons trying to blackmail even me.
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ was the reason behind it.
“And what are you supposed to do with it?” I asked Lubnah Furqān.
“I’m supposed to deliver it to the blackmailer. I mean I’m to leave it where he can get it.”
“Allah, heavens, no! I wanted to know whether I had the right to open the suitcase.”
I watched the Wahābī Musalmān Beauty gravely.
“For what purpose?”
From my long experience, I’ve found there were so many extraordinary Musalmān Beauties also, who were indulged in criminal activities, knowingly or unknowingly, and wanted to use me for their vested criminal interests.
The problem was, most of the Musalmīn were uneducated/under educated.
It was not only because they didn’t have the proper resources.
Most of them deliberately avoided modern education.
They believed it was grossly unislamic.
And hated it therefore accordingly.
They had to surrender to criminal activities consequently or at least to criminal psychosis, knowingly or unknowingly.
A large part of underworld was therefore filled with Musalmān criminals, both males and females.
They even called it Muslim Underworld with foolish and childish inhuman pride.
They used it illegally to de establish non-Muslim governments.
They even trained them, and brain washed that it was a pious work in the path of destabilizing non-Islamic system and replace it with an Islamic one.
Therefore, actually it’s a great service to Islam.
It would take them right to Jannat, if they participate in it.
It was natural for me to be watchful consequently.
Lubnah Furqān smiled seductively.
It was no give away however.
Almost all of them attacked me with all their feminine weapons sharpened.
It didn’t matter they had their connections with criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn or not.
My huge reputation that I was immensely hungry to fuck extraordinary attractive Musalmān Beauties, always enticed them to try it.
The seductive smile broadened.
“I want to see what’s in it.” Lubnah Furqān said.
“Why?”I asked gravely, still not sure how to deal with her.
If she was innocent, I had to help her.
If she was playing a preplanned role, I had to watch my every step cautiously.
Lubnah Furqān hesitated somewhat to answer my question.
“Would it be better if you please sit down and give me the details?”
“Thanks, but I think I lack the proper time.” Lubnah Furqān also smiled, now more seductively.
She was more than ready to play the game with me.
“You may just sketch the highlights too.” I suggested.
Lubnah Furqān seated herself.
If necessary, she was prepared to use her every feminine weapon on me.
“I’m Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb’s niece, a daughter of one of his so many sisters.”
“So many sisters?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Yes, I know that.”
“My maternal grandfather also had married four Musalmān Beauties simultaneously. Most of them gave him daughters, instead of sons.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing.” I smiled impishly somewhat, “I’m grateful to such Musalmīn.”
“Allah! Why?” Lubnah Furqān asked innocently, with immensely innocent wide eyes.
The bitch was teasing me deliberately, keeping her eyes between my legs, to register any erection, if there.
“Well, the more daughters they have the more live in partners I have.”
“Nonsense! All of them don’t sleep with you.”
“Yet!” I added significantly.
“Let’s wait and watch.”
I smiled significantly once more.
Lubnah Furqān deliberately avoided my inducement, yet with a rather charming smile.
“As it happens, Al Naåīm Māmū has confidence enough in me to deal with his mail. I’m doing it for six years.”
“Six years? How old are you?”
“What do you think?” she smiled significantly.
I watched Lubnah Furqān impishly.
“Anywhere between twenty eight to thirty two.”
Lubnah Furqān was pleasantly surprised.
“Allah Allah! You must be more successful lady specialist on us Musalmān Beauties than I surmised. I’m thirty two.”
“So you started it when you were twenty six?”
“Any particular reason why couldn’t your Al Naåīm Māmū trust a paid secretary?”
Lubnah Furqān smiled.
“You can’t make anybody trust you, if he/she doesn’t want to.”
“No particular reason?”
“Not at all.” Lubnah Furqān smiled benignly, “Only he thinks I know his every mood. I can read his mind.”
I glanced at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“I think every good friend can do that if s/he really cares for you, and loves you really.”
Kħadījah Muħammad hugged me gratefully to tell me silently she understood what I wanted to say, and she was indebted.
There were numerous Musalmān Beauties I could trust, but the extent to which I could trust them differed.
She knew my every mood and she could even read my mind, if not entirely, the most at least.
Kħadījah Muħammad never let me down.
However, the extent they loved me to, differed widely.
Lubnah Furqān smiled.
“I open Al Naåīm Māmū’s mail, all of his mail. I separate it and arrange it in the order of importance. He trusts me absolutely. As a maternal uncle and niece, we are as close as almost a father and daughter.”
“Doesn’t he have his own daughters?”
“Has. But, unfortunately, they love their Hindu boyfriends more than they love their Abbū, my Al Naåīm Māmū.”
“Haven’t you your own Hindu boyfriend?”
“Well, I love someone, but I don’t know whether he also loves me or not.” Lubnah Furqān watched me gravely, significantly.
I was careful enough not to ask who that lucky man was.
It was possible she was suggesting I was myself that lucky man.
But I hadn’t placed her till now properly.
Lubnah Furqān was deeper than I surmised first she was.
“I’m fortunate enough to be closer to Al Naåīm Māmū than even his daughters are.” Lubnah Furqān said.
“You live with your Al Naåīm Māmū?”
“Why don’t you live with your own parents? Don’t they love you enough?”
Lubnah Furqān smiled.
“My parents never married.”
“My Ammījān loved a Hindu. She belongs to the royal Al Saåīd family.”
“What do you mean?”
“So many Al Saåīd royal Beauties have married Hindus now successfully.”
“Yes, but they are not living with their parents.”
“Your Ammījān wanted to live with her parents?”
“Yes. Why shouldn’t she? When a son never leaves his parents why a daughter must?”
“Well, I’m not discussing morals of your Ammījān. You haven’t come to me for that.”
“It’s all right. So you are very close to your Al Naåīm Māmū?”
“Yes, very very close. Even his own daughters are jealous of me.”
I smiled benignly.
Lubnah Furqān responded me with a seductive smile once again.
So extremely beautiful Lubnah Furqān was that I felt my Uncut Hindu Prick stirring now between my legs.
The Sālī was deliberately seducing me.
“Your Al Naåīm Māmū is still married?”
“Of course. Why shouldn’t he?”
“Having four Musalmān wives?”
“Yes! Why not?”
“Aren’t they, your Mumānīs I mean, jealous of you, similarly as your Māmūzād cousins are?”
“I wouldn’t know, neither I care.”
“As long as Al Naåīm Māmū is with me, even my Mumānīs can’t do anything against me.”
“Your Al Naåīm Māmū is so powerful?”
“Who is the Chief Wife of your Al Naåīm Māmū?”
“Al Jamāl Al Kamāl.”
“How long she has been married to your Al Naåīm Māmū?”
“How are your relations with her?”
“Not very cordial. I’m sorry. She thinks I’m after Al Naåīm Māmū’s immense wealth.”
“Are you?” I watched her with my eyes narrowed slightly.
“Of course not. I’ve more money myself from my own earnings and from the gifts from my parents and elders. I don’t need Al Naåīm Māmū’s money. I want to love him back as he loves me, even more than his own selfish daughters.”
“I appreciate your selfless love for your Al Naåīm Māmū.”
“Thank you. You are the second man on earth who understands me, if you really do what you say.”
“Who is the first?” I smiled.
Lubnah Furqān also smiled seductively.
“You’ve nothing to be jealous of him. He is my Al Naåīm Māmū himself.”
I smiled at her teasingly.
“Why should I be jealous of him?”
Lubnah Furqān laughed melodiously.
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I love you. And don’t say you don’t know it. You knew it as soon as I came to you.”
“I know I’m lucky enough to have most of you extraordinary Musalmān Beauties love me. Yet, the fact is you are only thirty two and I’m sixty already.”
“So what? It never mattered to us Musalmān Beauties. We have the morals and ideal that Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahrza married Ħuzūrs when sherza was only nine years old while Ħuzūrs were already near sixty.”
“We Musalmān Beauties have different morals and ideal in the matter concerned.” Lubnah Furqān smiled, “We think marriage is not for sex only. It’s basically for protection and experienced guidance to the women too. How a man can guide his wife if he doesn’t have more experiences than her? Moreover how can a husband have more experiences than his wives if he isn’t elder enough than them?”
“I’ve heard you always protest that immature teenager Musalmān Beauties are crazy to have sex with you, to the extent that they don’t even allow you to have enough sex with the Musalmān Beauties of your own age group. Why? It’s natural.”
“What?” I looked at her incredulously.
“I’m right. Your mature Musalmān Beauties have already have sex with you, even more than enough they need actually. It’s only luxury now they are after.”
“Lubnah Furqān, please!”
“But Lubnah Furqān continued, as if I hadn’t interrupted her at all.
“The teenager Musalmān Beauties haven’t experienced sex with you. They need it more. Why don’t you understand if you really claim it’s your social service to us Musalmān Beauties, not your sex adventures only?”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Lubnah Furqān, you really believe it?” I looked at her incredulously.
“Well, what’s wrong in it, if I do?”
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā presented a congruent appearance as she entered my bedroom.
I was fucking Kħadījah Muħammad then.
“Allah, can’t you see me alone, Durgesh, ever?” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā complained unsatisfied somewhat.
“Come on, Kħālidah, you know me better.”
“I can, darling, I can. But you ravenous Musalmān Beauties never allow me.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
She was under me in nude.
I was also naked.
We were in missionary position.
“Nonsense, Durgesh. I want to talk with you.”
“Just go ahead.”
“I need your full attention, please!”
“Kħālidah, Zabīr is already out on bail.”I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still ravenous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till only its head was inside, and then plunged it savagely full into, back.
Kħadījah Muħammad cried out of immense pleasure.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā controlled herself with so many efforts.
“I haven’t come for Zabīr. And don’t expect any gratitude from me for bailing him out.”
“You did it for Hudā and Assalāt, not for me.”
I was dumbfounded.
“I can understand. They are younger than me. You male animal— you…”
“Nonsense, Kħālidah, how dare you?”
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā thundered at me.
“How dare I? How dare I? You never listened to me until Hudā didn’t approach you herself. You never listened to me until Assalāt didn’t surrender herself to you. You are only a ravenous Uncut Hindu Cock, Durgesh. Aren’t you?”
“Nonsense, Kħālidah, I told you, Zabīr was not cooperating with me.”
“And yet,” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā said ironically, “the same Zabīr consented as soon as Al Hudā approached Durgesh and Assalāt surrendered to him. You think I was born yesterday?”
I winked at still miraculously beautiful Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā.
“Sālī, you have extremely beautiful supporters. Why shouldn’t I enjoy them?”
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā plunged at me.
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
I grabbed still miraculously beautiful Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā, hugged her and kissed her on her still beautiful lips.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā put her arms around my neck and surrendered to me, closing her eyes in passion.
It was obvious, from her extremely beautiful facial expressions, that Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā loved the taste, very much.
It was natural.
When we love someone, we don’t feel any absurdity in even the otherwise dirty things related to him/her.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā swallowed my Uncut Hindu Penis and started to suck me passionately.
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled and went to the bathroom to clean herself.
I had already fucked her to her heart’s content.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā sucked me vehemently.
I undressed her in the meantime.
I was the third man in her life.
He was not very good at sex.
But so were the other Musalmīn as well.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā controlled her lust successfully.
Her lady friends suggested her to revolt against the incompetent Musalmān husband, but she always smiled matronizingly and declined.
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